The New House

“The New House″ was originally posted in PNA Village Connections Blog on December 12, 2014

Poem by Marilyn Zuckerman



Everything I look at or touch
has been crafted by the Makers
skilled as Medieval artisans
—creators of a dwelling
that became a refuge
for someone like me—
longing for repose.

Though gone now
their spirits remain
within this well made home
I inhabit,
meant for sunsets and serenity.

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Though I am in my 90th year, I bought a house overlooking Puget Sound and had it remodeled. Often I was told it was crazy at my age to do so. Nevertheless, the results are spectacular.

So this poem is dedicated to the Upright Construction crew who helped create this beautiful house, carefully made for someone in her advanced years who, like a “canary in the coal mine”, is sensitive to many toxic chemicals.

The products used—from grab bars in the shower, trip-proof strips on the stairs, double railings, and the team’s constant effort to use only harmless materials—beautifully made up the pure green whole.

(This poem is the first effort in an ongoing sequence about the house.)